Quick update:
I'm climbing every weekend - hardly spending any time at home.  Oliver is still a badass.  I'm working on 'Mad Hatter, 5.12d' and getting cock-punched (reference to 'Onion, the movie' with Steven Segal as the Cockpuncher).  I did make it to the last bolt before falling though...

I had my window in Oliver shot out by a neighbor.  It cost 1/5 the price of my van to fix it.  Luckily the neighbor is paying for it.

The ants go marching in.... to my office.  Everywhere.  I spent your tax dollars killing them with lasers.

Saw Jimmy Deans and the poganonamist at Shelf Road over the weekend - awesome vertical limestone.  Only bagged one 5.12a but it was a good 'un.

Went for a bike ride the other weekend.  Turns out its hard to forfeit climbing for biking these days.  I got killed in the uphill but quickly made up several hundred yards in the downhill (at least I haven't lost that).  I feel so much more comfortable with bleeding knuckles, swollen fingers, pumped forearms, hanging from my fingernails 100 ft over the top of some pointy boulders.

Coming up:  Red Rocks in October, Potrero in Dec.

The ultimate goal:  Climb either Goliath 5.13a, or Weeping Jesus 5.13a before the ski season starts...  I have a really tough life.